It was just a few days ago that our flags were flying proudly. BBQ’s reigned! We enjoyed fireworks booming and lighting up the skies, patriotic songs pouring from the voices of grateful Americans celebrating our Independence Day. It was fun, in person or just viewing it all on tv.

Watching television is difficult right now. Flags are not proudly flying — tears are flowing. Tears of sorrow, running down our faces, for the families and friends who have lost their loved ones — senselessly. Men, just trying to do their job, killed.

I was thinking about the Statue of Liberty, that incredible gift from France so many years ago. Her symbolism is clear. She stands tall, a welcoming symbol, inviting people, not from our shores, to join us in working towards the American Dream— life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. I picture her today, frowning, tears streaming down her face.